What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

I have not forgotten the fundamental purpose of my long journey to Lanjiazheng Village.

I am looking for Li Qing's whereabouts and want to ask Lan Manshan for help to mobilize the Lan family's influence in the Hundred Thousand Mountains to help me search for him on a large scale.

But now, Lan Manshan is dead.

I personally nailed the three most powerful elders of the Lan family to their deaths here.

The Lan family is now leaderless, and its internal structure has likely been thoroughly infiltrated by the Valley of Ten Thousand Butterflies.

Expecting a family in such complete chaos and power vacuum to help me find people is simply wishful thinking.

"It seems I can only rely on myself."

I sighed softly, turned around, picked up the willow-leaf knife still stained with blood, and strode towards the gate of Lan Family Village, stepping over the rubble and dead poisonous insects scattered on the ground.

I must first leave this troublesome place, get back to the car, and then think about what to do next.

Lanjia Village is very large. To walk from Lanting to the village gate, you need to pass through a dense cluster of stilted buildings.

The commotion at Blue Hall was so loud that the entire village was clearly alerted long ago.

As I walked out along the stone path, torches were already lit in the stilted houses around me.

They hadn't gone far when a large group of people appeared on the road ahead.

Approaching us were dozens of men from the Lan family dressed in traditional costumes from southern Xinjiang.

They held torches in their hands, and each of them carried a gleaming Miao knife.

Judging from the fierce aura emanating from them, they should be the loyal bodyguards raised by Lan Haiping and others.

They had obviously heard the sounds of fighting and rushed over to provide support.

When the group saw me walking out from the direction of the Blue Hall alone, covered in blood, everyone stopped abruptly.

The torchlight illuminated my face and the blood-stained cobblestone path behind me leading to the Blue Hall.

A suppressed commotion arose from the crowd.

They looked at me with surprise and uncertainty in their eyes.

Some people tried to peek behind me to see what was happening, but the night was too dark and they couldn't see anything.

"Halt! Why are you out alone? Where are Elder Haiping and the others?"

The leader, a scarred-faced man, mustered his courage and stepped forward, pointing his Miao knife at me and demanding an explanation.

Although he shouted loudly, I could clearly see that his hand holding the knife was trembling slightly.

I stopped and calmly scanned the dozens of people.

At this moment, I have neither the mood nor the time to get entangled with them.

Li Qing's fate is now uncertain, and every minute that is delayed increases his danger.

Faced with these people's obstruction, I did not make any defensive gestures, but just stood there quietly.

The next second, I released the murderous aura that had just subsided within me without reservation.

Although I haven't activated the Fiend Cloak, I am still a genuine Core Formation Realm cultivator.

That terrifying pressure belonging to the Dan realm, mixed with the overwhelming ferocity I still hadn't had time to restrain after slaying three experts of the same level, swept across the entire street like a tangible storm.

The strong stench of blood mixed with the chilling aura caused the surrounding air temperature to drop several degrees.

Under the pressure of this invisible aura, the torch flames began to shake and flicker violently, as if they might go out at any moment.

The scarred man standing at the very front was the first to be hit.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, his legs went weak, and he involuntarily took several steps back, almost dropping the Miao knife in his hand.

I looked at them, my face expressionless.

Then, I said casually:

"Those who block my way shall die."

These four words, spoken together with the terrifying killing intent emanating from me, immediately plunged the crowd into a deathly silence.

The wailing sounds vanished instantly, and no one in the crowd dared to breathe heavily.

They looked at me as if I were a killing god who had walked out of hell.

I ignored them and simply picked up my scalpel, took a step, and continued walking forward.

As I approached, the group of Lan family men who had been aggressively blocking the road retreated in terror to both sides of the street, as if they had encountered Moses parting the sea.

They clung tightly to the wooden walls on either side, desperately trying to get as far away from me as possible.

They were afraid of being tainted by the terrifying aura emanating from me.

Dozens of people, dozens of Miao swords, yet not a single one dared to utter a single "no" to me.

And so, under the watchful eyes of dozens of people filled with fear and awe, I walked through the crowd and out of the tall wooden gate of Lanjia Village.

Outside the village gate, the night was deep.

The unique humid air of the Ten Thousand Mountains hit me, somewhat diluting the smell of blood on my body.

I walked straight to the SUV parked not far from the village gate, opened the door, and got in.

The moment the car door closed, all the noise and flames outside were shut out of the carriage.

I let out a long sigh and tossed the scalpel in my hand onto the passenger seat.

Then, the phone suddenly rang.

I glanced at the caller ID; it was Jin Wanliang calling. After I answered, Jin Wanliang's voice came through:

"Brother Chen, how's it going on your end? My right eyelid keeps twitching, I have a feeling something bad is going to happen."

I leaned back in my seat, sighed, and said:

Something has happened.

Lan Manshan is dead, and Lan Haiping and the other elders betrayed us and were killed by me.

The Lan family is now completely ruined.

The other end of the phone went silent instantly, with only Jin Wanliang's gasping for breath remaining.

Several seconds passed before Jin Wanliang lowered his voice, his tone filled with disbelief:

"My God... Brother Chen, what you've done..."

The Lan family is a local power in southern Xinjiang, so this change of power is too fast.

What exactly happened with Old Hei's batch of goods in Luohua Town?

"The whole affair in Falling Flower Town was orchestrated by the Lan family from beginning to end."

I leaned back in the driver's seat and continued.

"They instructed Grandpa Hei to deliberately rob Old Hei's goods, with the aim of luring me to this remote mountainous region."

Old Black was just bait.

Upon hearing this, Jin Wanliang couldn't help but swear on the other end of the phone.

"What about Li Qing?"

"We can't count on the Lan family. These Hundred Thousand Mountains are so vast, where are we supposed to get them out?"

Jin Wanliang's tone was anxious.

"The original plan remains unchanged."

I looked out the car window at the inky black night and said calmly.

"Without the Lan family's help, I have to handle the matter of finding Li Qing myself."

After you return to southern Xinjiang, please prepare the supplies as we agreed beforehand.

With a safe house, if I find him and he's seriously injured, we'll have a way out.